27 July 2009

a yowl in the night

carve the death's head on my heart.
say it's over; let the argument start.

carve the death's head on my heart.
one last time; crack my ribs apart.

sing my praises
while you stomp my dreams.
make my hope useless
meaningless
obsolete.

sing my praises
and carve the death's head on my heart.
say it's over; now our paths must part.

crack and break
crush and hurt
down to molecular
nothing.

the child in me wants to beg
the stone cold butch wants to say fuck off
true to form
I close off.

bring those walls back up
and hide this bleeding heart
from your stone cold knife
words & fears.

lock you out
like all those who hurt me most
so that you can't carve the death's head
while singing those praises
to my heart.

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